No wonder I like black!

A little intro of what you’re getting into.

Prologue :- There comes a time when you know what to write, but you don’t know how or where to start? This is one of those times for me…

**After 15 minutes of brainstorming, finally a breakthrough**

They say, “Everyday is a new beginning”. Of what? The same old yesterday?

Habit is a dangerous thing and one that consumes all. It can be as trivial as editing this post over and over again before publishing it. I call that OCED (Obsessive Compulsive Editing Disorder) or it can be as significant as lying. Although, the best example in today’s context is uploading selfies and satisfying ones narcissistic appetite.

There are these things/habits/qualities (call it whatever) about me that makes me feel like an effing retard or different (not that both the terms can be used interchangeably) and yet, if a genie gave me a wish to do away with them, I’d still not take it.

To start with, I’m a raging loner, addicted to avoiding human contact in all form, by all means. People freak me out. Talking to them – don’t even get me started. I enjoy spending time with myself. I voluntarily opt to stay in my room all day either reading a book, blogging my thoughts or watching Howard Wolowitz and Raj Koothrappali be gay together – activities that don’t require a second person. Listening to music when I’m riding the train is my way of saying, “I ain’t interested in making small talk with you lady, even if we have to see each other everyday”. It’s as though I lead two different lives, one with my family, friends and colleagues all put together and the other with ME. Needless to say, the latter forms a large portion of my life and I like to keep it that way.

Secondly, I’m obsessed with sports. A girl can enjoy watching soccer, you know! without being looked upon as someone from outer space who has invaded earth and dared to turn the tables. Most of my childhood memories are of playing table tennis, badminton, soccer, throw-ball, cricket and watching grand slams. Criticisms from other parents for playing for two hours in the evening, a day before my board exams didn’t stop me from doing the one thing that gave me a reason to get up in the morning. Society is very judgmental. Unless you are Saina Nehwal or you have the capability to be one, one cannot play baddy without being labelled as job-less.

This brings me to my third frenzied habit – I give a flying fuck about everything. Some might say that it’s a good thing but trust me it isn’t. If you really want to hurt me, just walk up to me and say two hateful things and yes, I will :

Option A – Think about it for the next TWO WEEKS; or

Option B – Make PEACE with it; or

Option C – Find another REPLACEMENT

whichever is EARLIER.

It’s almost always Option C 😛

Fourth in line is my recently acquired addiction to be a girly girl just to get that “cute” boy to notice my existence. Girls have to be in a certain way (who decided that, God knows!). We have to keep our hair down, even if we hate it, we have to wear fitted t-shirts and slim-fit jeans, even if we have to apply two bottles of lotion to get them off. We have to wear animal printed tops and look like a freaking monkey because apparently people in Milan or Paris find that acceptable. When in Rome, be a roman but when in India, be anything but an Indian. I thought I was above all this and I was till recently, I realized that I have to succumb to these things if I want to feel included and most importantly, stop the “You’re a DUDE!” accusations.

Lastly, my extraordinary love for writing (even if it is merely making a To-Do list at work) goose pimples my soul even in my dreams. I write on my notepad, Ipad, ThinkPad and when I’m not writing in ink, I write in blood and breath – on the private pages of my consciousness that feeds on nothing but the written word. Come to think of it, I don’t write because I choose to, but because it chooses me.

Now comes the messed up part. Nobody knows I’m like this unless I have spelled it out to them. Given, my loner personality, I don’t have school friends who can vouch for my insanity.

No wonder, I like BLACK!!

I’m not crazy, my mother had me tested” – said Sheldon Cooper not me so you never know.

Subscribe for more Indian humor.


2 thoughts on “No wonder I like black!

  1. Oh dear, With bleeding eyes I was able to finish you off. Before I become a granny, let me tell you that your command over the language is absolutely amazing. You have a skill at your disposal my friend, use it.
    I am amazed that you are not banned from India for the number of fuck’s that you use. Fuckin’ hell 😉 Feels a bit like my weekly performance review meeting, umm or not, cos my client gets more nasty than ever on that particular day of the week. The remaining days we will be enjoying our breakfast together.
    Let me comment on your being loner. I m guessing you are detached from society. I have been staying alone for quite sometime and I love staying alone no matter what, but I would never miss an opportunity to strike a good conversation with a fellow passenger or someone whom I meet (no I am not just talking about women), as long as it doesn’t get personal it can be interesting. Sorry for being a granny but couldn’t help.
    Being in love with sports is a great thing. Don’t ever give a sh1t to what others say on that.
    Wishing you happy blogging.


  2. Thank you sooooooo much Anoop. It really means a lot that you would actually read all my posts even on a working day..really means a lot…command over language I may have but its creativity that I wish to improve upon..writing fiction is now my new found ambition and I have to work on that…these semi comical blog posts won’t do it for me no more. But of course I will continue to write like this cos I do enjoy trash talking about everything 😛 and about cursing, I think its fine because that is one way of expressing your emotion towards a certain subject and granted I tend to go over board with it but I am kinda like that as a person like u know already from that profound bullshit post of mine. I also enjoy being alone..even right now I am sitting in my room while my parents in the hall watching TV…I enjoy my company and the society has to deal with that 🙂 thanks for reading and commenting once again…cheers!!! 🙂


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s